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One of the best things about England is its proximity to Ireland. I make a point of trying to get there for some heavy solitude every year. Believe the hype. Photo: Andy Ford
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There’s a lot more on offer than 15ft death slabs on the Irish coast. Epic points, pristine A frames, fun beachies, whatever you want is out there. Including, of course, 15 ft death slabs–if such a thing tickles your fancy. Photo: Andy Ford
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Exploration is the key to a successful Irish adventure. Any unlikely farm track or overgrown road could lead to something like this. Photo: Andy Ford
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Ireland in the winter is plain heavy. Just another day in the office for a local charger in North West Ireland. Photo: Andy Ford
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Irish lineup. Who cares about the cold when this is staring back at you? Photo: Christian McLeod
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Fog cascading in slow motion off the Cliffs of Moher in West Ireland. This was breathtaking. Photo: Rusty Long
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October 2002 - On the last day of my first trip to Ireland, and after nearly two weeks of sunshine and playful surf conditions, the real deal arrived in the form of a macking NW swell and typically gloomy skies. This reef at the south end of Bundoran was firing on all cylinders There were more people watching than taking off on waves, and those that were having a go weren't fairing terribly well on these triple up widow-maker peaks. Image: Fitzpatrick
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We have very powerful beach breaks here on the north coast of Northern Ireland. Typically like France, lots of boards and bodies get broken in winter. Photo: Andy Hill
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Looking into the pit at the Giants Causeway, County Antrim, N. Ireland. Photo: Andy Hill
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Just one more wave before dark. December 2014, Portrush, County Antrim N. Ireland. Photo: Andy Hill
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The biggest swell I’ve ever seen in West Ireland. Buoys were 38 feet, 17 seconds, and there were enormous waves breaking everywhere. Photo: Rusty Long
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Wave check in West Ireland with local photographer Mickey Smith. Photo: Rusty Long
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Ireland line up. Image: Fernandez
St. Patrick’s Day means different things to different people: it might be a celebration of St. Patrick’s life. It might be a celebration of Christianity’s arrival in Ireland. It might be a day to wear something green. It might be a day to drink green beer until the streets run green with an Irish milkshake. Maybe you look for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Hell, maybe you just eat Lucky Charms in your underpants while watching reruns of Rudy. But for surfers, Ireland holds a good sized chunk of adventure… after all, who knows what lies at the end of the rainbow?
